And I'm the best man.
While this would be an ideal segue to voicing my skepticism of marriage, I'll refrain. It'd be too easy to excoriate the "most sacred" institution of the "sacred" American family. (Are you and your long-time mistress listening to my sarcasm, Newt?)
ANYWAY...I'm supposed to be giving a toast to the new lawfully wedded couple.
But given that both families are fairly conservative, I'm going to have to keep my juvenile tongue in check. Which means no stories involving Dirty Rice, Rodeos or anything else (remotely) incriminating.
Heaven forbid, I may have to write something sweet.
Something in verse might be fitting. I'm thinking either: 1) traditional iambic pentameter and rhyming couplets, or 2) Verse ala Robert Service's "The Cremation of Sam McGee."
More as it develops...
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